I’m sitting in skybox 306 in the BOK center and the Broken Arrow band is playing Pomp and Circumstance as 1,137 Broken Arrow Seniors stream down eight…… Read more “There is No Middle Ground”
What is astounding is not that I remember any of that, but that Mary Brock remembers. Would Mrs. Brock be surprised that the kid who was good at math is now an amateur poet?
Or did she already know, because that is what teachers do, help us become who we are?
It’s the reason why teachers are so underpaid and yet so beloved.
The man with the shepherd crook disguised as a dust mop has died. There is a melancholy in the closet where the mops lean against the wall…… Read more “His Folger’s Can is Empty”
This morning, over coffee and my digital newspaper, I caught the image of a spider on my shirt at the upper right breast area and I brushed…… Read more “Now, with the help of Mrs. Smith, I shall become…”